The matter between Wu Zhan and Yulu had a result very quickly. As for Wu Zhan, Yulu knew him, and when it came to marrying him, she did not refuse.
Though she was not familiar with Wu Zhan, she knew he was a good person.
A good person was enough. There were no "good guy cards" here.
To Yulu, being able to have a place to belong was already a blessing beyond measure.
Coming to the Yang Family was her fortune. Meeting Yu Qingyi was her fortune. Being able to marry Wu Zhan was also her fortune.
What she longed for most was not great wealth and honor, nor earthshaking passion, but a peaceful home.
"This servant kowtows in thanks to Madam!"
Inside the main hall of the main courtyard, Yulu knelt on the ground and kowtowed in gratitude.
Before she met Yang Zhengshan, her inner heart had been filled with despair. At that time, it was as if she had already seen her tragic fate in the future—becoming some great person's plaything.
When she saw Yang Zhengshan, her inner heart grew even more despairing, because she felt that her tragic fate was about to begin.
But after arriving at the Yang Family, the despair in her inner heart began to recede bit by bit. Yang Zhengshan's indifference toward her was her hope.
After that, Yu Qingyi married Yang Zhengshan, and Yang Zhengshan handed her over to Yu Qingyi to deal with. It was as if she had welcomed a new life.
There was no longer despair in her inner heart. She only sought a measure of peace.
These past few years, she had lived very peacefully in the Yang Family.
And now, she was about to be married.
In her inner heart, a few more traces of yearning had